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Ridin’ into the Sunset: Bud

I thought I would dedicate a post to Ivan Walter “Bud” Lloyd since he just recently passed to the other side of the veil. He was born 5 April 1919 in Riverton, Salt Lake, Utah. His parents were Madeline Cascutti and Walter Graham Lloyd. His father purchased a ranch about 1932 near Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho. He lived, married, and raised his family there. Around 1989 or 1990, he met my Grandma, Colleen Mary Andra (whose married name at that time was Jonas). She was in Montpelier for work and Bud told me he met her in a restaurant. Here is a picture from early on, although it is not a great picture.

They loved each other and that is quite evident from the letters and cards. The two were married 31 January 1998 in Dingle, Bear Lake, Idaho. Here is a picture from later that year, you can see how much they enjoyed each others company.

Deer Cliff Inn 1998

Grandma passed away from a surgery that went wrong 14 November 1999 in Boise, Ada, Idaho. Bud moved back to Montpelier from Paul and remained there the rest of his days. He still worked hard maintaining yards and doing other work despite growing older and passing 90. He mowed one last lawn and then didn’t feel well and went to the hospital. He died a few days later on 27 September 2011 in Montpelier.

His funeral was held on 1 October 2011 in Dingle. His family referred to him as “the last of the great cowboys who lived his life on his own terms, his determination and hardworking ways, always peppers with a head tilt, sly grin, and a laugh.” This was true and my memories are of his blue eyes that twinkled, big smile that showed his worn down teeth, and that slight tilt to the head so he could hear you a little better. We stopped to visit him a few weeks ago so we could get a picture with the last of Aliza’s Great Grandparents (the others had already been captured). Unfortunately we missed him. Now we really miss him.

The family took out the last of the great cowboys in a wagon. A true tribute. Rest well Bud, I look forward to seeing you again.